darkfire

“You think you can douse the darkfire that the Black Heart has granted me?”

Wit'ch Storm Clemens, James 1999

The demoness lay wrapped in shadows, her pale skin roiling and flowing with inky blackness while ebony flames of darkfire danced across her skin.

Wit'ch Storm Clemens, James 1999

She tossed her thick, darkfire hair over a shoulder like a horse tossing its mane; indeed there was something rather horsey about her large features and too-square jaw, though in a pleasing way.

Curse of the Shadowmage Anthony, Mark, 1966- 1995

The stone’s surface already danced with darkfire, the black flames sapping the feeble light from the tent.

Wit'ch Storm Clemens, James 1999

Vira’ni waved her arm, and darkfire blazed forth from the woman’s fingertips.

Wit'ch Storm Clemens, James 1999

Around this tiny flicker, a maelstrom of black magicks roiled, drawing sustenance from this sweet flame just as the flames of darkfire dancing on Vira’ni’s skin drew energies from the firelight and moonshine.

Wit'ch Storm Clemens, James 1999

Bowing her face, she recited the final words and felt the surge as the Black Heart’s essence swept within the flames of the darkfire.

Wit'ch Storm Clemens, James 1999